svfic post:East of the Sun part 7
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roxyTitle: East of the Sun
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/people, eventually clex
Rating:G
Word Count:1525
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: this is me putting the boys in my version of the swing era, just to see how pretty they look.
Many, many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danceswithgary for beta duty, and the beautiful cover!
Clark and Hannah took the shortcut into town, through the fields. Hannah solemnly swore not to say a word to their parents, so Clark slipped the chain off and handed it to her. "This way, if anyone or thing tries to bother us…" he blushed a deep red. "Are you sure it's okay—with you? I know…"
"Clark, I'm fine. You know you can be yourself around me." She hugged him, and he squeezed her before letting her go.
"Okay. Race you to the road?"
She looked completely skeptical. "Are you kidding? So you can cheat? Heck no, we're walking."
"So lead the way!" Clark laughed when she immediately took off running as fast as she could.
He paced her, letting her run like she was all alone, letting her feel a touch of freedom, all the while keeping alert to any noise or movement out of the ordinary in the corn. He caught up with her, just like she expected, and tossed her onto his shoulders and they walked like that the rest of the way to town. At the edge of town, he bent on one knee so she could drop the chain back around his neck. It sent waves of cold nausea through him for long moments, and Hannah held his hands as he readjusted to the feeling, her eyes dark in pained sympathy.
"I'm sorry Clark. I love you."
He stood again, ruffled her hair. "I know, Miss Banana."
The walk to Main Street was short and they were outside of the theater in a few minutes. The Talon looked bright and inviting and even outside on the sidewalk, the smell of warm buttery popcorn enticed them. Hannah whispered to Clark, "You know, they have fans that blow the smell out to the sidewalk."
Clark listened seriously. "Oh really?"
"Oh yes, everyone knows that. Well, except for you," she said, and patted Clark's hand.
The theater was quite a sight at night, Clark thought. The hundreds of light bulbs lighting up the dark spelled 'Talon' single file over the building's marquee and outlined posters advertising movies yet to come. They stood in line, arguing the merits of Jujyfruits opposed to Good'n'Plentys, decided they had enough for both and popcorn because it was her birthday.
Clark looked around idly, not really expecting to see anyone he knew from school, and he was surprised to see Lana and Whitney in line a few couples ahead of them. Pleasantly surprised when Lana turned, saw him too, and with a smile said, "Clark!" and waved Hannah and him up to stand with them. She really did look pleased to see him, and that made him warm. Whitney grinned, "Hey, Kent. That your date? She's a little young for you, don't you think? Right, short stuff?" He winked at Hannah, and just smirked when she scowled at him. She looked like she was about to explode, so Clark quickly cut in, "My sister's birthday is today and I promised her a movie." He dropped a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. Please, Hannah, don't embarrass me now.
Lana put one hand to her mouth, and made a little sound that brought blood to Clark's cheeks. "Oh, that's too sweet. Isn’t that sweet, Whitney? You're a good brother, Clark," and she looked so warmly at him that Clark thought he just might explode. Hannah frowned but didn’t say a word, and Whitney grumbled. "Cripes. I was only teasing. I guess it is nice of you, Clark."
"Oh, sit with us," Lana said, "if you don't mind I mean," she quickly added, with one of her wonderful thousand watt smiles, to Hannah. "The guys can get candy for us, and we can watch the newsreel." She bent down the tiny bit she had to and whispered conspiratorially to Hannah, "I entered the raffle too."
Hannah searched Lana's eyes, and then apparently her decision made, smiled back. "Okay."
Lana held her hand out, and Hannah took it, and like old friends, they walked together inside the theater.
Clark watched them, crossed his arms over his chest unaware of the little frown on his face. Geez, Whitney dates her, my sister is suddenly her best buddy…oh gosh, I'm jealous of my own sister. What a goon I am…He straightened and glanced over at Whitney. Whitney was staring at him, and Clark could feel his cheeks burn. "I—I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to break in on your date…"
"Hey, don’t sweat it, kid. Lana and me don’t mind company from time to time. Not like it's our last shot to be alone, if you get me. Besides, your kid sister's real cute." He laughed, "And judging from the look she tossed me, she can be a real handful, hunh?"
"Yeah, but mostly she's a good kid. Sweet as pie. We're pretty good friends." He dropped his head. "Oh boy, I sound like a real goof."
"Nah, nothing to be embarrassed about, Kent." Whitney's voice was strangely soft and Clark looked up to catch Whitney looking…nice. Friendly…kind of…Clark couldn't decide how he looked, but he got how Lana could go out with him. He wasn't always a wiseguy. "It's nice. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. Must be great to have built in friends."
Clark chuckled. "Well, depends on who you're talking to, I guess."
Whitney laughed and pushed Clark through the Talon doors with a hand between his shoulder blades—he left it there for a second before slapping him lightly on the back of the neck. "Pops are my treat, Clark."
They got snacks for themselves and for their girls and let the usher lead them into the dark. Whitney stopped just inside the door and said, "Oh, and by the way, just so you know--you’re not sitting next to Lana."
Clark thought he'd die from embarrassment. "Oh Whitney, I—hey, I—geez..."
"It's okay, Kent—you can start breathing again. You know I'm just pulling your leg." He grinned as he was saying it, and laughed aloud when Clark looked utterly miserable. He reached out and shook Clark by the shoulder, "Buck up, little buckaroo! Come on, let's go give the ladies their treats."
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On the tall screen in front of them, a couple danced so perfectly in tune with each other they flowed like water across the stage…the music bounced and floated and he and Hannah found themselves humming along. The couple moved apart, and the woman danced away off-screen and when the camera found her again, she brought with her a brigade of dancers, boys and girls, their heels pounding out the beat, so many people tapping together, moving in intricate patterns…Clark breathed, "Wow…" and Hannah grabbed his hand, squeezed. Whitney was in the seat next to him—he turned his head and smirked at Clark. "Yeah, wow," and winked. "Nice costumes on the frills."
"Whitney!" Lana admonished, and slapped him on the knee.
The girls' costumes *were* a little skimpy, Clark thought guiltily, but Hannah didn't even notice, she was as entranced by the dancers amazing ability as he was. The camera lingered over the dancers' legs and he heard Whitney snort, it followed the boy dancers as they tapped wildly, ferociously—Whitney snorted again but it did sound kind of impressed. Clark had a hard time looking away from those dancers—they were dashing, handsome, they danced like it was life to them—like they might just explode if they couldn't dance--
The camera floated back to the girls with their shimmering eyes and perfect mouths. "They're beautiful," Hannah sighed and Clark let go of the breath he'd been holding and just said, "Yeah." They were perfect--flawless and more perfect than life. Like Lana. And Whitney loved Lana and Lana loved Whitney…Clark watched the shimmering bodies move, hummed along with the music. He wished for just one day he could be as precise and as perfect as those girls. Beautiful for one day….
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight, let's call it a day…
Whitney nudged him, and he blushed violently. "Oh—was I singing again?"
Whitney snickered. "It's okay," he whispered. "We like it," and Lana cast a glance at him too and nodded.
After the movie, they walked home together, Clark and Lana swinging Hannah between them. They sang a song from the movie, and Hannah made Clark sing a song from a cartoon they both liked, not that Clark was eager to advertise it. He managed to watch Lana without watching her. Hannah whispered something to her, and she tossed her head back with a laugh—unconcerned, loud, happy—she was gorgeous, her eyes sparkled and her lips gleamed just like the movie girls', her hair shimmered in the moonlight…with a start of guilt he remembered Whitney was behind them. He looked back to catch Whitney watching them and the look on his face was unsettling—too hungry, too wanting—for Clark to see. A look probably like the one on his own face when he looked at Whitney's girlfriend. Clark dropped his eyes and blushed, hot and miserable.
Songs this section
Lullaby of Broadway by Harry Warren and Al Dubin
the movie Clark and Hannah watched
part 8
TBC
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/people, eventually clex
Rating:G
Word Count:1525
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: this is me putting the boys in my version of the swing era, just to see how pretty they look.
Many, many thanks to
danceswithgary for beta duty, and the beautiful cover!Clark and Hannah took the shortcut into town, through the fields. Hannah solemnly swore not to say a word to their parents, so Clark slipped the chain off and handed it to her. "This way, if anyone or thing tries to bother us…" he blushed a deep red. "Are you sure it's okay—with you? I know…"
"Clark, I'm fine. You know you can be yourself around me." She hugged him, and he squeezed her before letting her go.
"Okay. Race you to the road?"
She looked completely skeptical. "Are you kidding? So you can cheat? Heck no, we're walking."
"So lead the way!" Clark laughed when she immediately took off running as fast as she could.
He paced her, letting her run like she was all alone, letting her feel a touch of freedom, all the while keeping alert to any noise or movement out of the ordinary in the corn. He caught up with her, just like she expected, and tossed her onto his shoulders and they walked like that the rest of the way to town. At the edge of town, he bent on one knee so she could drop the chain back around his neck. It sent waves of cold nausea through him for long moments, and Hannah held his hands as he readjusted to the feeling, her eyes dark in pained sympathy.
"I'm sorry Clark. I love you."
He stood again, ruffled her hair. "I know, Miss Banana."
The walk to Main Street was short and they were outside of the theater in a few minutes. The Talon looked bright and inviting and even outside on the sidewalk, the smell of warm buttery popcorn enticed them. Hannah whispered to Clark, "You know, they have fans that blow the smell out to the sidewalk."
Clark listened seriously. "Oh really?"
"Oh yes, everyone knows that. Well, except for you," she said, and patted Clark's hand.
The theater was quite a sight at night, Clark thought. The hundreds of light bulbs lighting up the dark spelled 'Talon' single file over the building's marquee and outlined posters advertising movies yet to come. They stood in line, arguing the merits of Jujyfruits opposed to Good'n'Plentys, decided they had enough for both and popcorn because it was her birthday.
Clark looked around idly, not really expecting to see anyone he knew from school, and he was surprised to see Lana and Whitney in line a few couples ahead of them. Pleasantly surprised when Lana turned, saw him too, and with a smile said, "Clark!" and waved Hannah and him up to stand with them. She really did look pleased to see him, and that made him warm. Whitney grinned, "Hey, Kent. That your date? She's a little young for you, don't you think? Right, short stuff?" He winked at Hannah, and just smirked when she scowled at him. She looked like she was about to explode, so Clark quickly cut in, "My sister's birthday is today and I promised her a movie." He dropped a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. Please, Hannah, don't embarrass me now.
Lana put one hand to her mouth, and made a little sound that brought blood to Clark's cheeks. "Oh, that's too sweet. Isn’t that sweet, Whitney? You're a good brother, Clark," and she looked so warmly at him that Clark thought he just might explode. Hannah frowned but didn’t say a word, and Whitney grumbled. "Cripes. I was only teasing. I guess it is nice of you, Clark."
"Oh, sit with us," Lana said, "if you don't mind I mean," she quickly added, with one of her wonderful thousand watt smiles, to Hannah. "The guys can get candy for us, and we can watch the newsreel." She bent down the tiny bit she had to and whispered conspiratorially to Hannah, "I entered the raffle too."
Hannah searched Lana's eyes, and then apparently her decision made, smiled back. "Okay."
Lana held her hand out, and Hannah took it, and like old friends, they walked together inside the theater.
Clark watched them, crossed his arms over his chest unaware of the little frown on his face. Geez, Whitney dates her, my sister is suddenly her best buddy…oh gosh, I'm jealous of my own sister. What a goon I am…He straightened and glanced over at Whitney. Whitney was staring at him, and Clark could feel his cheeks burn. "I—I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to break in on your date…"
"Hey, don’t sweat it, kid. Lana and me don’t mind company from time to time. Not like it's our last shot to be alone, if you get me. Besides, your kid sister's real cute." He laughed, "And judging from the look she tossed me, she can be a real handful, hunh?"
"Yeah, but mostly she's a good kid. Sweet as pie. We're pretty good friends." He dropped his head. "Oh boy, I sound like a real goof."
"Nah, nothing to be embarrassed about, Kent." Whitney's voice was strangely soft and Clark looked up to catch Whitney looking…nice. Friendly…kind of…Clark couldn't decide how he looked, but he got how Lana could go out with him. He wasn't always a wiseguy. "It's nice. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. Must be great to have built in friends."
Clark chuckled. "Well, depends on who you're talking to, I guess."
Whitney laughed and pushed Clark through the Talon doors with a hand between his shoulder blades—he left it there for a second before slapping him lightly on the back of the neck. "Pops are my treat, Clark."
They got snacks for themselves and for their girls and let the usher lead them into the dark. Whitney stopped just inside the door and said, "Oh, and by the way, just so you know--you’re not sitting next to Lana."
Clark thought he'd die from embarrassment. "Oh Whitney, I—hey, I—geez..."
"It's okay, Kent—you can start breathing again. You know I'm just pulling your leg." He grinned as he was saying it, and laughed aloud when Clark looked utterly miserable. He reached out and shook Clark by the shoulder, "Buck up, little buckaroo! Come on, let's go give the ladies their treats."
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On the tall screen in front of them, a couple danced so perfectly in tune with each other they flowed like water across the stage…the music bounced and floated and he and Hannah found themselves humming along. The couple moved apart, and the woman danced away off-screen and when the camera found her again, she brought with her a brigade of dancers, boys and girls, their heels pounding out the beat, so many people tapping together, moving in intricate patterns…Clark breathed, "Wow…" and Hannah grabbed his hand, squeezed. Whitney was in the seat next to him—he turned his head and smirked at Clark. "Yeah, wow," and winked. "Nice costumes on the frills."
"Whitney!" Lana admonished, and slapped him on the knee.
The girls' costumes *were* a little skimpy, Clark thought guiltily, but Hannah didn't even notice, she was as entranced by the dancers amazing ability as he was. The camera lingered over the dancers' legs and he heard Whitney snort, it followed the boy dancers as they tapped wildly, ferociously—Whitney snorted again but it did sound kind of impressed. Clark had a hard time looking away from those dancers—they were dashing, handsome, they danced like it was life to them—like they might just explode if they couldn't dance--
The camera floated back to the girls with their shimmering eyes and perfect mouths. "They're beautiful," Hannah sighed and Clark let go of the breath he'd been holding and just said, "Yeah." They were perfect--flawless and more perfect than life. Like Lana. And Whitney loved Lana and Lana loved Whitney…Clark watched the shimmering bodies move, hummed along with the music. He wished for just one day he could be as precise and as perfect as those girls. Beautiful for one day….
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight, let's call it a day…
Whitney nudged him, and he blushed violently. "Oh—was I singing again?"
Whitney snickered. "It's okay," he whispered. "We like it," and Lana cast a glance at him too and nodded.
After the movie, they walked home together, Clark and Lana swinging Hannah between them. They sang a song from the movie, and Hannah made Clark sing a song from a cartoon they both liked, not that Clark was eager to advertise it. He managed to watch Lana without watching her. Hannah whispered something to her, and she tossed her head back with a laugh—unconcerned, loud, happy—she was gorgeous, her eyes sparkled and her lips gleamed just like the movie girls', her hair shimmered in the moonlight…with a start of guilt he remembered Whitney was behind them. He looked back to catch Whitney watching them and the look on his face was unsettling—too hungry, too wanting—for Clark to see. A look probably like the one on his own face when he looked at Whitney's girlfriend. Clark dropped his eyes and blushed, hot and miserable.
Songs this section
Lullaby of Broadway by Harry Warren and Al Dubin
the movie Clark and Hannah watched
part 8
TBC
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2/24/08 12:58 am (UTC)"You know, they have fans that blow the smell out to the sidewalk."
Clark listened seriously. "Oh really?"
"Oh yes, everyone knows that. Well, except for you," she said, and patted Clark's hand.
Clarkie is a bit. . . hmm, special here, isn't he? *giggles*
And was it my imagination, or did our boy Whit seem a little lustful for both Lana and Clark? Someone looking for a lot of company on those chilly summer nights, Mr. Fordman?
Great update!
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2/24/08 01:28 am (UTC)I'm really pleased you like Lana--she's not meant to be a monster, or the Pink princess in this, just a girl of her times. And no, it might not be your imagination....*grin*
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2/24/08 01:37 am (UTC)Should be very interesting when the rest of the crew shows up to stir things up!
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2/24/08 01:49 am (UTC)eta:oops!
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2/24/08 02:11 am (UTC)Lullaby of Broadway (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOiC3GcQAEc)
Think I should put the link in the story?
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2/24/08 02:18 am (UTC)And of course jujyfruits are tops, though i hope Clark has some residual strength in his teeth if he wasnt to survive the experience. Great chapter.
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2/24/08 02:42 am (UTC)*falls down laughing*
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2/24/08 03:44 am (UTC)Can we please go back to Alex?
*whiiiiiiines*
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2/25/08 06:29 pm (UTC)nah, not really! *G* Alex will be back soon! If I can slog through this next bit, there will be meeting! as soon as i know how that happens...oy.
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2/24/08 03:45 am (UTC)Hannah's so adorable, but whoever convinced Clark he was anything less than beautiful needs to be horsewhipped.
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2/25/08 06:31 pm (UTC)Yep, poor Whitney. *pets him*
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2/24/08 11:11 pm (UTC)Gah.
*pets him*
And oh ho ho. Whitney.
:)
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2/25/08 06:35 pm (UTC)Yeah, Whitney...*G*
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2/26/08 04:45 pm (UTC)but god, i like lana!!
and Whit!!!
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